Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and true and unscripted.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minuter who linked up before you.
This week's prompt is: If you met me...
...you would probably misunderstand me. Not sure if I have an incredible blind spot or if I just don't understand how I come across, but I'm often shocked by perceptions of me, because they're so far from who I think I am. And that is someone complex, like everyone. I'm book smart but famously lacking in common sense. I feel incredible compassion and empathy for others, but am snobbish about poor grammar and excessively loud talkers wearing fanny packs. The world often feels overwhelmingly unkind, so I shut it out so hard I seem cold. I crave deep friendship, but no one except my husband has ever measured up to my emotional needs and I have to fight not to push him away. I feel alone and out of touch with my peers a lot of the time, and always have. It seems so many people feel this way and I wonder what stops us from connecting. Why are we so afraid of each other? I don't want to blame everything on childhood, but I do believe the intense bullying I experienced when younger permanently changed me. No ten year old should feel suicidal. Why do we think feelings don't count when they don't belong to an adult?